Picturebox.

Everytime I open a foto with you on it.
It is always the same feeling.
'Hey, why can't you just marry me?'
You are just so not my type.
But I really like you in every possible way.

Thats so sick.
and just a second after this huge feeling appeared in my heart,
there comes another.
It's sadness.
You would never.
Why should you?

Tears start pouring.
Another two seconds later,
I force myself to stop.

And then,
theres just this big
NOTHING,
right inside of me.